H-Street Soundtrack, Thank Me Later...

So, In honour of the dewdz that went on the skate trip this WKND to get away, help Juan see his Grandaddy B4 he passed away, and of course the ender... Dio passed away as well.

We all had a GCF trip and a safe return, gained 8 pounds, and were surrounded by Coyotes @ 5am on Sundei.
Hahaha ROFLcopter, yeah right! Skanks... for reals tho, this type.
Lou shoulda had this cranked on his way Milwaukee to get things stoked, as if we weren't stoked already to skate soemthing dif.

This one goes out to ALL of you, and the ones we skated with along the way.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Witch Doctor" by Johnny Monster & The Nightmares from the "H-Street Special Edition Soundtrack" released in 1994.

Skatebot...

So, in the year 2007 mai friend & skate pal Lou Shields had an Art gallery/living space in Chicago's Pilsen neighborhood called EXP Gallery. He's an art teacher/professor or soem ish like that, and he would host art shows there.
One such show that he would do a couple times a year was skateboard related, he would get all of his skate buds together for a skateboard related show, two such shows had the theme for skateboard art.

I had this old, blank uncut, deck that I had cut out and shaped after an old Todd Conngelliere deck, but the wheel base on the blank was shorter than the Todd so it just never worked well for skating. (the link under the name todd congelliere is a picture of a custom cut of the original deck I had got done by Factory 13 skateboards)

I had drawn this lil robot thing on the bottom and it sat in mai closet for prolly 3 years, once I got word of the art show I decided to pull it out and do soemthing with it, to give it life outside of stack of old deck art.
Taking apart an old Walkman, I used its parts for body parts. The spools were to become the chest plate, and the plate that covered that I used as the mask for the robot, it worked out perfectly that the holes on the plate matched perfectly to the eyes I gave the robot years earlier.
Most of the rest of the body was from an old cable box that was in the garbage that week, having used the buttons of the front control panel as the robot's joints and vertebrae, soem sort of part for the hips, and soem connectors for his axles.
An old set of headphones work nicely as accessories to the star things I had painted on, and a speaker from I forget waht as the Moon/Sun above. The actual piece of cable is to be his main power supply, if he were to be real.

All of this was mounted to the board and held together with Shoe Goo® for added flair to the whole skate theme.
I was/am very proud of waht I had made, the whole time making this pice I had to get in soem sort of mindset, or frame of mind (the same thing?), so I was listening to a group called Secret Side, I jhad gotten all of their tracks from a site called Beat Biz, which you have prolly seen mentioned on this blog before. If not, you can always click on the label for Beat Biz on the left hand side of this blog.
I hope you enjoy looking at this as much as I enjoyed making it.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Then She Did..." by Jane's Addiction from the album "Ritual de lo Habitual" released on August 21, 1990.

Broz...

So, I'm cruising around in mai A4 in the city of Chicago after the Hometown Heroes thingy over at Wilson Skatepark, just trying to kill soem time before I head on over to see The Bermondsey Joyriders at Rock Box.
Which when I was talking to Steve Godoy I was telling him that I had just made soem buttons for Danny over at Factory 13, and Steve says "oh, I'm wearing one" and pulls on his vest to show me the the F13 button I had just made weeks earlier. He and Danny are friends and band mates in band The Last of the Bad Men with Steve's twin brother Art, a cool guy named Justin, and Deniz Tek from Radio Birdman. I was shocked and honoured. Hopefully I can do buttons for the Joyriders soemdei.

Anyway, while I'm sitting in mai car getting mai iPod ready for brain stimulation and a nice walk, I see this car of Bros. Now get this, the plate actually says "BROZ 3" on it. Bros just cruzin' for chix in Lincoln Park on a Saturdei night...

Luckily I had mai trusty new cammy on hand to capture life's most random moments, it's like life is on shuffle and I'm the 4th generation click wheel with a monotone screen.


As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Absolute Power" by Gospel Of The Horns from the album "A Call To Arms" released in 2002.

Glowing...

Her most striking feature is her hair. You couldn't miss it if it were a mile away from where you were standing. It's like pure, glowing, fire surrounding her pale face. The fire hangs about shoulder length, and blows straight behind her as she walks. As the sunlight hits it, it glows with such force one could almost believe that it's battery operated.

As she turns to face me, I once again notice the pallor, almost bloodless, quality of her skin. She looks as though she's carved of pure ivory. The sunlight seems to reflect off of her skin. You'd think that it would blind anyone who would happen to look in her direction. The whiteness of the girl's skin did the exact opposite for me. It drew my eye to her, and held it there for a long while. She was so displaced from the crowd she was walking in. She appeared as a bright, glowing light in a sea of dark business suits, and briefcases. Her hair and face alone were what lent to this vision.

As she comes closer to me, my sense of vision is assaulted by the contrast of her red hair against the lime green sweater she has chosen to wear today. Once again, I catch a glimpse of the girl's pale skin, peeking out from beneath the cuffs of her tight blue jeans. Her stride are long, and powerful, portraying force and invincibility.

The girl looks particularly confident today. She seems aware of the fact that people's heads turn as she walks past them. She knows that people notice her when she walks down the street. Many people notice her elegant grace. Their reactions vary. Some seem to be attracted to her diversity, while others are apparently not. Even amongst the dirty looks, and stares that she receives, she radiates less defiance than one might expect.

I think she's noticed me staring at her, as she slowly is making her way towards where I am standing. We've made eye contact, and neither of us has pulled away. She obviously enjoys this relentless stare--down.

Her eyes are sharp, and I feel like they're stabbing me with their pointedness. There is also a softness in her eyes though. The softness is only revealed to people willing to probe deeper into the girl's possible thoughts. It's there for all to see, if they choose to look for it. I don't care how hard she glares at me, I'm not going to give in. My eyes are going to stay right where they are, planted on her.

Her eyes are defined by a single black line on her lower eye lid. The line continues, just slightly, past the corner of her eye, and then tapers to an elegant point. This must be what makes her eyes look so harsh. The girl's eye themselves though, are soft, and warm. They remind me of a doe's eyes, large and glassy, yet innocent and somewhat nervous. Even though her stare is still directed towards me, I can tell that she would be much more comfortable letting her eyes dart around, madly exploring everything around her.

She approaches, still coming closer to me. She's looked away now. She's stopped meeting my stare. I can almost feel her footsteps hitting the ground, as her petite form moves even closer to me. There's a heavy, yellow bag on her shoulder, which is weighing down her right side. It's obviously troublesome to carry, because she keeps moving it to different place on her shoulder, as if to find a spot that won't be so easily pained.

She's almost reached me. I can tell that the girl enjoys collecting, and displaying vintage jewelry, by the amount which adorns her body. Silver is her favorite. There is a large silver ring on one of her fingers. Around her slender neck are two necklaces. One hangs lower than the other. They are both silver. As her hair blows back away from the side of her face, earrings are revealed to me. They are silver hoops. I'm sure that somewhere, hidden beneath the long sleeves of her sweater, there are also her vintage bracelets.

She walks right past me. As if she didn't even see me standing there, waiting for her. I can't describe her smell, although it's very familiar to me. It's a combination of her softly applied perfume, and heavily scented shampoo. I'm lost in her scent, then as it softly fades away, following her, I realize once again that she just passed me by, without a glance. What was she thinking? Why did she do that? How could she just pass me by? I run to catch up to her, and when I get there, we begin a conversation, which lasts until we reach her apartment.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Didn't I Know You Once" by Surgery from the album "Shimmer" released in 1994

All Dei...

So, this guy knows soemthing about waht's up obviously. Not quite sure waht the 805 stands for, but I bet it's soemthing pretty ballin' or epic.
Spotted this baller cruizin' down LSD, savin' soem gas mileage on Saturdei during a lovely Chicago foggy overcast, the fog had a ceiling of about 20-30 floors. Waht do they call that, stories or soem ish?

I wish lil Stevie Williams read this blog, ish even if Josh Kalis read it I would be zooo pzyched!!!

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Hate" by Olivelawn from the album "Sophomore Jinx" released in 1992 on Cargo Music.

I have a pistachio green Olivelawn 7" that has Neil Blender playing bass. I got back on 5-25-1990 at Rave records (I still have the receipt in the sleeve). It used to be a fucking rad record store next to The Metro in Chicago, IL.

The band also features O on guitar, he used to be a skateboard photographer in the 80's & 90's, then went on to form the successful band Fluf.

Only Out For One Thing...

So, have you ever met soemone who only has one thing on their mind?
Whether it's Sex, Skateboarding, Music or even Donuts, there's always soemthing for ewerbody.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Freedom" by The Frogs from the album "Racially Yours" recorded in 2000.

"The Frogs are this fucked up band from Milwaukee that play sugary sweet pop songs that are unafraid to fucking "go there." In fact The Frogs seem to delight in making you uncomfortable or tickled depending on just how tight your ass is...
...The Frogs, while being controversial, are often thought provoking, clever, and profound in their ruminations on race. Can you handle it?" - Cosmic Hearse


"Absolutely amazing songs, much more tightly composed than their improvisational stuff. Lots of psychedelic, folk, and glam influences, and a tripped-out lo-fi vibe throughout. The lyrics are NOT racist at all... you must remember that the Frogs write songs in character, and here they take on issues of racial tension, the history of slavery, and other difficult topics with surprising seriousness. They sing from the perspective of both blacks and whites, and their use of irony is challenging but ultimately very intelligent and complex. It will make you laugh, make you cry, and most of all it will make you think... It's more "Chappelle's Show" than "Amos & Andy," but unfortunately some people aren't willing to give this kind of thing a chance." - Electric To Me Turn

Waht's In A Dream...

So, I had this dream the other night that I was hanging out in the Woods watching soem Deer grazing, chilling out when all of a sudden, this Horse just come trotting trough paying no mind to the Deer and they payed no mind to him.

I thought this was the most amazing thing in the world, the animal kingdom know who's on each other's side. Have you ever watched forest life? Deer could be chilling and a squirrel or chipmunk would be jumping around, and they would not even care.
I was in such amazement that I had to do soem minor dream translating to figure out waht mai subconscious was trying to say.

I think I will be doing this in the future, if when I awake from mai slumber and I remember mai dreams, to write them down just as they happened with no further embellishment or thought put in. Major and minor details, like colors of objects or things, night & dei, color of the sky, flowers dead or in bloom...etc. You get the picture, don't you?

Todei's moon is in the 3rd quarter of Capricorn, and is also an ideal dei for planting parsley, potatoes & radishes.
...and buying antiques.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "The Mix" by Astral Projection from the album "The Mix" released on November 27th, 1997 in Japan on Cutting Edge records.

Chillin' On Tha Ill Tip...

So, on Friday the 2nd of April 2010 I came in to the Chi (pronounced "shy", not Chee or Chai, which is pronounced Ch-eye, not K-eye) to hang with soem bros and deliver soem 350 buttons for Metal Cakes.
I met Gordon & his daughter over at Delicious Cafe for tea (Yerba maté) and a S'mores muffin before leaving to go skate Wilson. The wind was pretty windy, but a lot of the people didn't seem to mindy.

After shredding for a few hours and painting a kitty cat & and alien abduction scene on Gordon's daughter's board, I had to go back to Delicious Cafe to meet up with Kathy from Metal Cakes to delivery said buttons. All went well and I had scone to go, and a coconut fizz. If you added 2 shots of Parrot Bay in that drink it would've been boss.
Then, I left to meet with the owner of Wellborn Clothing about soem new buttons, and just business in general, over some tofu Pad Thai & Pad Se Eu at Penny's in Wicked Park.

This was a landmark dei, the temperature, attittude and mai largest button order to date all set the stage for the night.
Everyone was about, we rolled the scene grabbing a few coffees and running into old heads along the way.
Paul, Rasa, Alison, Anna, Kelli. They were basking in the nightlife with a glow brighter than the amber luminescence of the urban tiki torches that line the streets. (streetlights?)
Upon further investigation of the Flat Iron friday art walk, we walked the maze of brush strokes, smiles, sculptures, resin and moar friendly faces. Marfa ran into his screen printer who, it turns out, has his studio set up in the old funeral home I once called home for 2 years. Small world.
As with all things, unfortunately the good too, they must come to an end. Settling our ambition for another night, for there are plenty to come, when we'll encroach the burgeoning scene once moar with the saem good vibes and warm hearts that were set in motion on that night.
I love Chicago.

As of the end of this post I am currently listening to "Sophisticated HIgh" by DJ Ellis Dee from the album "Sophisticated High" released in, I'm guessing, 1995-96 due to the track listing. Which has tracks from "Oceanic" by Cosmosis, "Cosmic Courier" by Mindfield, "Ganesh" by Sheyba, and "Sleepless" by Razor's Edge.
The Mindfield track being the youngest, I'm gunna say 1996. (sitation needed)
Ooh Ooh Ooh, "Future Space Travellers" by Prana & Athena just came on in the mix!!!